Chapter 71: Like Clouds Above

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Several soldiers shoved and jostled each other forward, rushing to greet the deputy general.

These soldiers had cheerful smiles, but each one had a fierce temperament. At first glance, they were clearly warriors.

In the army, discipline is strict. Now that they are off the battlefield, everyone can relax a bit and let loose, which inevitably leads to some unrestrained behavior.

Yang Yin also understands very well.

"Wait until we pass this stretch of water, and in the next city, I'll allow you to have a day of play. Then we will head straight back to Jiujiang County."

The soldiers were somewhat disappointed, but none voiced their disagreement. After all, they were the Xuanjia of Jiujing, the most elite army in the entire Zhuang nation. Obedience was already instinct.

Having arranged his men, Yang Yin bent down and crawled into the cabin. Sure enough, he saw his general huddled up in a corner.

He also doesn't light a lamp, nor does he speak.

"You really need to rest this time. Everyone else has rotated several times, avoiding the front lines altogether. But you're the opposite, clinging to the frontline and refusing to come back. If General Duan hadn't directly ordered you back to Jiujiang, you would have almost marched into Dingwucheng."

The general he was talking about, Duan Jiang, was the chief general of Jiujing Xuanjia. And Dingwu City is the capital of Mo Guo, a country that values military might above all else. Even their city name carries such a murderous aura.

Yang Yin tried to make a joke to lighten the mood, but it didn't land well.

At least Du Yehu, who had a full face of bushy beard, couldn't smile.

“For me, the battlefield is where I rest,” Du Yexiao muttered. “Those beasts in Jiujing County aren't allowed to be killed too many of, there’s not much left to kill.”

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Yang Yin had a bad headache: "We soldiers, our destiny is naturally on the battlefield. But no one is made of iron. Year after year of bloodshed, how can we stand it General Duan values you very much and brought you back to recuperate, fearing that you would lose your way and be corrupted by killing intent..."

Du Yecho looked at him impatiently: "You're here again."

"Alright, alright, I won't say anything." Yang Yin raised his hands in surrender. When Du Yexi's emotions calmed down a bit, he saw an opportunity and said, "Whether you like it or not, you've been recalled anyway. Orders are orders. While we're still here before returning to the base, General Duan can't control us, how about we go out onto the shore for some fun Find a few pretty girls, listen to some music, what do you think"

He urged them earnestly, "You don't have anywhere to spend your salary anyway. You've earned so much reward money; you can't drink it all! Why not give us a good deal"

“Yang Yin,” Du Yexi leaned his head against the bulkhead, unable to see outside the cabin through the thick wooden planks, but he knew where he was.

Where is this near

"Did you hear that" he asked.

"What did you hear"

There are some voices, constantly shouting in my ear.

Yang Yin heard the sound of Jiang Lang slapping the side of the warship and the sound of soldiers moving back and forth on the deck, but he didn't hear any shouts.

Where did they come from without even a sound

He swallowed and asked, "What are you shouting about"

"They asked," Du Yejia painfully furrowed his brows, "They asked me—why aren't you here"

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Before Yang Yin could say another word, Du Yethu suddenly sprang to his feet: "Where are the bandits, river pirates, or any other scoundrels nearby Quickly!"

Yang Yin startled, quickly pulling out a small booklet and flipping through it hurriedly: "Thirty miles by water, on the east bank go forty miles, there's a bandit lair... This year's trial for disciples of the local City Dao Academy..."

Before he could finish, Du Yexu had already grabbed a military knife and went out alone, lifting the curtain aside.

Yang Yin sat in the cabin, stunned for a moment before putting away the book.

Of course he knew what Du Yecho was up to; he had almost gotten used to this sort of thing.

But what worried him was that Du Yehu's condition seemed to be getting worse and worse, and it was becoming increasingly difficult for him to control his murderous intent.

Yang Yin sat silently, while Du Yehu flew far away from the ship alone. The warship sailed steadily down the clear river.

The water mirrored the sky, with wispy clouds floating above.

To sail on the water is like drifting among the clouds.

Jiang Annan in the cloud was worrying.

She felt that Qingyu sister was strange today.

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Seeing himself, he laughed, not knowing what he was laughing at.

Did I eat chicken legs and forget to wipe my mouth

Jiang An'an wiped her small mouth clean and refreshed.

Oh, not just Qing Yu sister, they are all very strange.

That round-faced, playful little Wang Shijie—she also has a very kind elder sister, the big Wang Shijie—recently keeps asking about her brother.

How old are you, and how do you look... Of course, my brother is the most handsome in the world!

Then he asked his brother if there were any meat dishes, but was dragged away by Qingyu elder sister, ears being pulled.

What is a meat pairing Is it about matching meat dishes

It's really strange, these people.

Little Jiang Anan felt very tired.

So many people depend on her, big and small things, a basket full of worries. She carries burdens that are not age-appropriate for someone her age.

She really wanted to say, "Can't you guys get busy with some real work You just fool around all day. Don't you practice or study at all I, Jiang An'an, have to practice a set of punches every day! And I still have to copy a large character sheet!"

And there's that annoying senior brother — originally his name was Mo Liang, but he's so annoying, I changed his nickname to "Annoying Ghost Senior Brother" — he kept showing up in front of me seven or eight times today!

My eyes are dizzy from the shaking!

Sometimes holding one snack, sometimes another, they would come and apologize babblingly.

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Do you think I, Jiang Anan, am a pig Do you think you can just bribe me with food

I eat your things, and I won't forgive you. Hmph!

>There’s also Brother Fang—Brother Fang actually doesn’t have the surname Fang, but his face is very square, so he’s called Brother Fang. Brother Fang suddenly ran over today to say something. A woman pretending to be a man never files complaints; let bygones be bygones.

But I told Uncle Ye about him stealing my drumstick a long time ago. That's not snitching...Uncle Ye secretly appointed me as inspector! I'm reporting on work...

They always secretly roast and eat snow cranes, and if they get beaten up, don't blame me. I can't play favorites or be unfair...

Jiang An'an thought the more she thought about it, the more tired she felt, her little eyebrows furrowed together.

This evening I wrote a letter to my brother, asking him what to do. Could it be that they found out about my work report They were so strange today, I wonder if they're going to hit me...

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Thinking about this, Jiang An'an looked at the swaying senior brothers and sisters, feeling more and more uneasy.

Never mind, I'd better go hide at Uncle Ye's place first. Even though Uncle Ye always likes to tell those repetitive stories, he's safe there. My senior brothers and sisters are all afraid of him...

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Having made up her mind, Jiang An'an turned on the spot and set off running with her little legs.

"Hey!"

She crashed into a clump of softness.

Suddenly, Qingyu appeared in front of Jiang An'an, and Jiang An'an bumped straight into her arms.

"Why are you running so fast Where are you going" Ye Qingyu said reproachfully.

Jiangan'an rubbed her head and finally raised it, blinking: "I'll play chess with Grandpa Ye!"

Is it called playing chess if you use chess pieces to form characters Two people take turns, you place a "ginger" character, and I place a "leaf" character, is that also considered playing chess

Ye Qingyu was a bit helpless, but still said: "Playing chess with the old man is too boring!"

She smiled: "I'll take you to a fun place, how about it"

"Where" Jiang Anan suddenly perked up.

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"You'll see when you get there!" Ye Qingyu said mysteriously, "I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"

Jiang An'an instinctively wanted to agree, but then she suddenly remembered the previous "terrible guess," so cleverly asked: "Just the two of us"

"Of course." Ye Qingyu was a little confused: "Who else do you want to bring"

"Nobody!" Jiang An'an put her heart at ease, clenching her small fist: "Let's set off now!"

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I hope that readers, seeing the first half, can feel Du Yexi's inner world.

Seeing the latter half, I couldn't help but smile again.

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